Still holding his little brother close to his chest, he nodded to Jiayi and as the other men left, his eyes lingered on the back of Rou, heart aching for some weird reason.
Why did it feel like they weren't going to meet ever again?
After leaving the premises, he took Zhen Xi to his little house, to his 'lair' and set him to sleep in his one guest room. Tending to those wounds, he eventually fell asleep beside the boy's bed, sitting in armed chair, waiting for his brother to wake up.
Of course, he was stubborn and went against his pain, even if Old Luo was scolding Zhen Xi. He had to get well faster than it was possible, but knowing Lu Cai, his older brother, the young man had to restrain himself. No way he was going to be able to flee from his current situation.
Turning his head, he looked at Cai and a very small smile appeared on his pale, cut lips, yet it disappeared just as fast, making him growl in agony again.